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of poppies. Cathy was there, so was the mailman, Jerry
the butcher, and even Mrs. Ramirez. In fact, everyone was
there. All six billion were standing side-by-side,
looking up.
I asked Cathy what was going on. She said "we're waiting for it", never taking her eyes off of the sky. I looked down. The poppies stared back at me. I picked one up and sniffed it. "But, it's right here." |
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